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Did I ever mention that I hate titles? Whenever I begin my post, my creativity is stunted by titles. For, what am I to name a blog entry? It doesn't entirely make sense, unless I am specifically talking about some certain topic. But when I'm updating just to update, there isn't any sense in naming it. *shortcough*Thanks for the previous comments! Wow. Haven't posted in a few weeks. Well the schedual is...not as flexible...not exactly...erm...yeah. But besides that, life has been getting a little bit less hectic (just watch me jinx myself).
I finally did up (primped?) my old lj blog!! I'm going to start using it much more now. There is no way I'll stop using this blog, but I can't be as creative (layout-wise) with hsb.I kinda like the feeling - I'm supporting HSB, and evangelizing something modern (or trying to that is....).
Neeway, here is the link to the lj, and I'll post the HSB link on there as well. Mumblings of a 12:00 Scholar - the LJ version. The time has come for drastic measuresDesperate situations call for desperate actions. I, Moira Anne Philomena, have made....a schedule. Not any normal schedule either. No. This schedule has been created to fit my every day-day. And why have I chosen such an extreme course of action? Well I got to thinking on how much stuff I have to do, not only in my real life, but also in my "cyber" life. None of the stuff I online is actually extremely important (with the exception of A.P.), but there are a lot of things that I do online that help me balance out my real life. My problem was this: I needed to make it so that the things that I wanted to do on the computer wouldn't take time away from the things that I needed to do. So I devised a list that (if followed) should take care of that problem, and make me a very happy camper. Right now I'm treating the schedule as "The Almighty List", because I know that my greatest temptation will be lessening its value and making allowances for myself. I don't understand how I got through this morning. I worked quite a bit yesterday and went to bed really late...like As for the I hate for this to be a strictly "what I did today" post, but that can't be helped, as I have to clean up my room before all chaos breaks loose.
Mia
*screams*Oh my goodnes gracious! Dad woke me up this morning and told me that this guy at work had sent him home with PhotoShop and it was in his briefcase! Needless to say, I rushed up and installed it - and here I be!! I'm free! No more strep. But I feel utterly...without cause. There is nothing interesting gor me to do, everything I write seems to be so bland, no inspiration. But soft! An idea hath occured to me. I'll go out and take some pictures.
Nope...it got way too chilly out, and there aren't any pictures to take.
Oh well, looks like I'll just have to face English. Strep = StressWell that little cold I had a few days ago turned out to be strep. Positively lovely. The wonderful thing about it is that I never know when it's going to hurt. I will be talking one minute and the next minute I'll give a little choke and there, it starts to hurt like nothing else. Not only that, but even when it doesn't seriously hurt, I sound like I smoke a pack a day. Oh, and have I mentioned that this cough....oh never mind. I decided to read yet another collection of Sherlock Holmes adventures. Ah, I love the precise and logical thinking of Mr. Holmes - rarely ever does he loose his cool, or his mental abilities fail him. I'm pondering if I should do some geometry or if I should sit down with my history book, or if I should continue writing. As don't particularly desire to exert myself in anything unnecessary, I think I shall stay here. But what to write?
*more than a half an hour later*
Needless to say, I got distracted. I'm going to call it a night now. To anybody who reads this, please pray that the rest of my family doesn't get sick and that my brother and I are well enough just to receive Holy Communion tomorrow.
In Christ always
Did I ever mentionhow much I dislike my username? I don't know why, but it is so bland. Well, tell the truth, I'm here because I can't sleep. I want to sleep, but I can't. SO - you are going to have to put up with 1 whole, entire, complete, entry of drivel. Ha! I shall write to my little hearts content. -- A long time ago.... In a land far away There lived an poor couple. In a shack of rotted wood and ancient bricks they lived, and not a thing they owned but what they made. But the couple made light of their adversity, and were happy in almost every way - every way that is, but this. You see, the couple longed for a little boy or girl for their own, to care and love, to teach and learn. But alas, many years passed and a child never graced their home. Until.... One day Jack said to his wife, "Dear wife, you see the state that we are in. True, we have a roof over us, and clothes on our backs, but what of our nourishment? Can we eat clothes? Will the roof over our heads bestow upon us our daily vittles? Nay, my wife, they can not. Neither can I take care of you and the little land we have for much longer, for my body can no longer take the strain of work that is needed to make a living. Tomorrow, I shall go into town and see if I may hire us a trustworthy lad to help me with my work." And Ruby agreed with him. The next day, Jack set out as planned, walking stick in hand and his satchel in the other. The walk to town was rough and tiresome, but Jack's restless mind was filled with thoughts more important than that of comfort of his body. "20 years..." he thought. It seemed like such a terribly short time. To think that, but 20 years ago he had claimed as his own, Ruby's hand in marriage. Emotions flooded through him as he remembered back the many years. 20 years ago he had been younger, able-bodied, and healthy. Now, he was old, and frail. 20 years ago he was a blacksmith with just enough money to live comfortably. Now, he was a farmer, and suffered to make ends meet. 20 years ago he had fallen in love, 20 years ago, his choice had been set in stone. Now, he was still in love, and his choice was still carved in stone. But....20 years?! He loathed to admit it...but had he made the wrong choice? 20 years, yes 20 years ago he had been strong enough to make his choice....but now...20 years ago it never would have occurred to him that he might grow old. Now....he was old. As he neared the town, all thoughts vanished from his mind. Now was not the time to be preoccupied. -- Now that I've started something I might as well continue it. Hence, more to come later. *edit* Ehhh, sorry for any typos or bad grammer, blame it on the lack of sleep.
+ J.M.J. Moira. P.S. please pray that I get over being sick really quick. I need to be well for my studies, for my family, and for my music. "God's will be done...perfectly." One of those days.I'm sick. Unhealthy feelings reverberate through my weak body, and I feel like my brain has shrunk to the size of a walnut and is rattling around in my cranium. Already, I have consumed 3 large bowls of starch and meat that has been boiled in broth, around 3-4 juice pops, and goodness knows how many unsalted saltines. I am also, shamelessly, still in my pajamas. Oh what a day. I hope it doesn't last too long. Serves me right for going too bed late and having too much sugar. Lately, the future has never seemed so close. I mean, for heaven's sake - I can't figure out what I want for breakfast in the morning, and I'm trying to find out which college I want and should go to?!!? Where has my God given sanity gone?! I'm going to study some vocabulary...(SAT stuff...joy.) maybe that will clear my mind.
I think I am going to empty out my recycle bin...*click* I really need to blog when I have more than half a mind with which to write with.
Good news of today: Picked my NYSMA piece. Yay! Hopefully by the end of this year (if I work fantastically hard) I will be in level 5. I just need to put my entire soul into it when it gets hard, love it all the more.
I think I'm going to read some of the Sil before I go to bed. *yawn* Anybody but me notice how these daily/weekly/monthly bloggings are getting shorter? I need to qunech my thirst with some water, but there aren't any ice cubes. Darn.
"It has been told that Barahir would not forsake Dorthonion, and there Morgoth pursued him to the death, until at last there remained to him only twelve companions. Now the forest of Dorthonion rose southward into mountainous moors; and in the east of those highlands there lay a lake, Tarn Aeluin, with wild heaths about it, andall that land was pathless and untamed, for even in the days of the Long Peace none had dwelt there. But the waters of Tarn Aeluin were held in reverence, for they were clear and blue by day and by night were a mirror for the stars; and it was said that Melian herself had hallowed that water in the days of old. Thither Barahir and his outlaws withdrew, and there made their lair, and Morgoth could not discover it. But the rumour of the deeds of Barahir and his companions went far and wide; and Morgoth commanded Sauron to find them and destroy them." ~ Of Beren and Luthien, from "The Silmarillion"
I love that story, and especially Barahir. And Morgoth...I always imagine him as a fair, dangerous personality - but very fair in face.
Now...to get the dog off my bed (he isn't supposed to be on it, ugh) and get some shut eye.
God love you! Moira My violin has a cold...Please pray that she gets better before tomorrow - I'm kinda hoping that this is only a 24 hour bug and not something serious. And you must think I've gotten substantially nuttier since my last post. I won't deny the possibility of it, but I can't help thinking of my violin as a real person. I was going to write something that actually had some thinking value to it, but the rest of the family is watching LOTR and I'm finding it hard to concentrate. So tomorrow is lessons and ice skating. Huzza! Did somebody call Grond? I finally got fed up with trying to fix the layout and so here are the fruits of a very agitated, busy, distracted, 15 year old girl. ... A pre-made layout. I feel pathetic. Oh wow....the It's hard to believe that I'll be 16 in a few months....not that 16 is old, but the fact that time is passing so quickly. I almost went into cardiac arrest yesterday when it dawned on me that I only have 2 more years until college. Makes me just want to curl up and go to sleep forever. I like the idea of going through life though, even with it's trials and tribulations, the experiences make up for it all. Not only that, but as we grow old (and if we grow old properly), we not only know about the sufferings of humankind, but also the unique sweetness of that suffering. So all in all, there isn't too much to be afraid of when you unite yourself so close to Our Lord and His Mother that they are your spiritual cushions for when you fall. Which reminds me, mom was reading us a story from the "Catholic Hearth" (I love that magazine so much) that has a lot to do with the above written. The example was ice skates. Now everybody knows how painful it is when you forget to sharpen the blades on your skates - the blades don't grip, so you slip and slide until your ankles eventually loose control. About a second after that, you will find yourself contemplating Yoda's sage advice "One with the Ice, you must be." *Okay, so he said Force, not ice....technicalities, yeesh!" Anyway, it hurts, even if the only injury you get is a bit of ice burn or whatever they call it. When you are little, the article went on to say, your life is pretty much a straight line where you don't have any sharp turns to watch out for, so skating is easy. But when you get older, your life becomes much more complicated, and you need sharp skates to maneuver the sharp turns, otherwise you'll fall nice and hard. Moral? Point? "Sharpen early, sharpen often." Pray enough and work hard enough, so that you will be a professional skater by the time you get to that great big Ice Rink in the Sky.
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) so read some online comics. After about an hour, I was zonked, and I flopped back into bed and promptly fell asleep.